It seems that all there is scrubbing windows, floors and cabinets. She knows there was a town near by but somehow she always avoided venturing into the small little town. Too much to do she told herself, admitting to herself the truth just seemed like too much.
It was weeks later when she realized that the town was officially unavoidable. Opening all her cabinets she stood dumbstruck.
"Damn," she mumbled to herself. It was now certain, she had to go. She was out of toilet paper. Marching up the stairs she grabbed an old sweater and grabbed her keys on the way out.
As she drove she glanced at the reflection in the rearview mirror. She stared admiringly.
"Well look at you Quistis Trepe" It was definitely not the perfection and effort you usually saw. The lazy ponytail was falling and looked silly in all its messy glory. The sweater had bleach marks all over; it was long which was good because she had a hole in her jeans. No makeup or any beauty enhancer on her face; matter of fact it looked kind of dirty with dust smudges. She found herself giggling lightly, because she liked it. No more Miss beauty queen. If the people at garden saw her like this they would fall dead. Turning the keys in the ignition she started her car and pushed the gas petal, driving a little too fast.
The town really was very small; she wandered the small paved roads. One grocery store, one hardware store, one bar, one restraint, and no starbucks she mentally noted. Circling around she parked at the end of the main road, just barely in town .Her comfy and satisfyingly old sneakers squeaked into the grocery store. Squeak, Squeak, bread, squeak, ohh bananas.
Shopping seemed odd to her. Growing up in a facility with a cafeteria was to blame for her lack of knowledge on the produce isle. Where the hell are the tomatoes?? Here tomato, come to the Quistis. She found herself saying that every fruit she saw was a must have. Oh have to have oranges.
When she got to the counter she found herself mumbling aloud to herself.
"What the hell do I need that for?" was mumbled aloud one too many times.
Wrapped up in her world of unnecessary groceries Quistis never noticed that beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement had settled upon her. They followed the crazy yet oddly attractive blonde all the way out the door.
Authors notes: so what did you think??
Who was the mysterious holder of the eyes?? I hope your intrigued!!